THERE IS WARMTH OFFERED BY THE fur coat wrapped around her shoulders, though, now that she is no longer in the dragon’s lair or in the storm of the sea... anari is strangely unsettled. not because she is undefended, as she very well is not, but because she is a declared enemy of the targaryens and is inevitably surrounded by their allies. still, her head is held high and there is not a single fumbling of a step. graceful and cautious, attentive and on alert. her path had, unfortunately, not yet crossed with the king of thorns but as her frame continues down the hall of previous lords - accompanied by two of her men, the silhouette becomes much more clear.
as if the gods are on her side, anari recognizes the profile features of the very tyrell she had been so eager to meet. ❝ your grace. ❞ the pirate queen greets a gentle smile offered before head bows slowly. she glances towards her right hand man, dismissive words hushed. the pair move, though they will not wander far. perhaps, just outside of the doors. ❝ may i ?? ❞ join him, she means.
as dark gaze flickers towards the art of what she recognizes to be white harbor and its port, the woman assumes he knows what she meant. she is usually quicker on her feet, though, this time she refrains. this is something that she needs to work. it is not only a matter of becoming friends of the enemy of her enemies, this is about making smart moves for the stepstones. the fact that they dislike the same people, however, that was a wonderful bonus.
